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“Yeah. They are.” It was something I needed to remind myself if I was going to hang out with Amelia like this.

“So, night terrors?”

I shook myself out of my reverie and smiled down at her. “Yeah. Just vivid dreams. I don’t even remember what they were about. I have vivid dreams now, too, though. Like as a kid.”

“Really? Are they scary?”

Probably shouldn’t have mentioned those dreams. “Sometimes.”

Sometimes, they weren’t scary at all. I really needed to shift the conversation.

“So, do you like garlic?”

“I love garlic. Although I’m really glad that we’re not dating and are only friends. Because you aren’t really supposed to have garlic on dates.”

I raised a brow at her. “Oh, I bet if we went on a date, I could eat all the garlic I wanted. And you’d still want to kiss me.” I said it so jokingly that she rolled her eyes.

“Ego much?”

“You know it. However, eat all the garlic you want. I promise to keep my mouth off you.”

“You’re such a giver,” she said, pushing another clove of garlic at me.

“I try.”

And I was trying. I was trying really hard to stop thinking about Amelia the way I was. If we kept like we were, remained in our friendship in this new iteration, it could work out. Because Amelia needed stability. She needed friends.

And I sure as hell didn’t need the complication of wanting Devin’s sister.

Chapter 7

Amelia

Hands slid over my hips,slowly, methodically, before running up my sides to cup my breasts, callused thumbs flicking over my hard nipples. I arched my back, wanting more, needing more.

I spread my thighs, letting him sink between my legs, his pelvis pressed against mine even though he didn’t slide all the way in.

Instead, he rested against me, slowly playing with me, leading me into temptation.

And, oh how I begged for it.

He lowered his mouth, his tongue pressing firmly against my nipple before swallowing and sucking on my breasts. He paid attention to both of them, never leaving one cold.

My body ached, and I arched for him, wanting to reach between my legs and get myself off, or grab the base of him and lead him to my center. I wanted him inside me.

I needed him.

But he had tied my arms above my head, securing them to the wrought iron of my bed.

He had brought the silk ties himself—so considerate.

And then he had used another tie to cover my eyes, to lead me into this new trust exercise that I hadn’t even known we’d be trying.

But he had been so gentle and sweet about it, yet so demanding.

And I had let him strip me bare, let him cover me with himself as he lapped and licked between my legs.

When he lifted his head, I heard him smack his lips together, and I smiled.